Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Seriously?!? AGAIN?!?!?



It's official.

I've had it.

I'm done with cars.

I'm done with tires.

I woke up this morning to my FIFTH flat tire in two weeks.

Yes, that's 5 flats in 2 weeks. And 6 since the first week of June.

All nails and screws.

I don't even know how this is possible.

What rubber loving gods did I piss off?

Was I a racing fan in past life, and now that I've shunned all things NASCAR in my current life I'm doomed to be punished?

I've even wondered if I've pissed off the neighbors, but there are no nails behind my garage or in front of my house.

Is the Universe trying to tell me something? (Besides don't drive over nails?) If so, I have no freaking clue what it is.

Thoughts?

Comments?

Apocalyptic prophesies?

9 comments:

Chris said...

Well, crap, that's probably slowing down your plans for the day.

What. The. Hell?!??

Amber Skyze said...

Damn that sucks and very strange.

Molly Daniels said...

Maybe they're telling you to stay home and WRITE???

(((HUGS))) We're experiencing cascade failure with ours. Van has a leak in the brake line; the other has three windows which refuse to stay up unless duct-taped.

Jennifer Armintrout said...

It's getting back at you for making it carpool with a bunch of teenagers.

Mia Watts said...

Jennifer, it's totally doing that! It figures if it gets a thorn in its paw, you'll leave it the hell alone. I'm with Molly. Stay home and write. Shun all other car related responsibilities and trips. The universe wants you home because someone out there is wanting to car wreck you. Listen to Squishy who is protecting you from the evil.

Kris Norris said...

Personally, I like the NASCAR theory... but here's my take on it.

I'm going to look at it from the erotic point of view, because that's the kind of girl I am.

Now is it just me, or is there a pattern here...nail, screw, nail, nail, screw, nail, nail...

Have you and hubby been spending enough time together? Cause I think maybe you're missing out a bit...

Hey, I'm just saying....

hugs, and here's hoping the NASCAR gods smile on you from now on.

Cheryl said...

You have offended the tire gods and must make restitution. Say three Hail Firestones and sit under a rubber tree in penance.

Genella deGrey said...

Time to deploy the magnet-draped street sweepers.

Anonymous said...

Tire Gnomes... the lesser known cousin of Sock Gnomes